Reunion [Harry OsbornxReader] ~Book 2~

CHAPTER 11

"So yeah, that's what happened last night. Do you remember now?"

You nodded slowly, absorbing what he said, and allowing memories to seep back in. Now that your initial panic was quelled, a welling hunger reared its ugly head from its dormant state. 

"So, do you want to eat? Or shower first?"

"Can I, have some water?" Your dry throat protested at your use of it, something you were only more aware of due to the immediate emergency being dealt with.

With this request Harry shot up from his seat on the edge of the bed, already turning to get you the drink. "Of course, I'll be right back."

He left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen. You glanced around the room, taking time to absorb your surroundings. Large windows, walls an oak brown. The room itself was very tidy, as if he cleaned it regularly. More likely, Harry had someone cleaning it for him. 

There was a stack of books on his bedside table. All of them looked new and neat. All but, one. This one was old and the pages were aged. It looked as if something was shoved between two of the pages, and the book itself seemed oddly familiar.

"Hey, I'm back. Here you go." He proffered a glass of water to you, not noticing what you were looking at before he made his presence known. You turned back to him, taking the water gratefully. You downed the water, feeling the cool, refreshing liquid grace your sore throat and dry mouth. You felt much better, at least enough to talk.

"Hey Harry?" You cleared cleared your throat, your throat still not completely ready.

He hummed in acknowledgement, sitting down on the bed again. "What's up?"

"Don't you have work today?" You were worried about making him deviate from his work.

"No, I took a day off. And before you start blaming yourself, I was going to anyways. We're going out with Nico and Robin, remember?" He tried to reassure you, but then remembered your current mental state.

"Will you be okay to go out today? I understand if you aren't. I can tell them you aren't up to it. I'm sure they'll get it."

Staying home sounded nice, especially with your headache. But, Nico and Robin weren't gonna be here forever. And you wanted to spend as much time with them as you could. Plus, maybe fresh air and a day out would be a good distraction. At least for a little while. 

"We can go. I'm fine." 

"Are you sure?" He placed his hand on yours, seemingly subconsciously, "It really is okay if you can't."

You sighed softly, looking directly into those stunning eyes of his to reassert your point. "Yes, I'm sure." 

He looked down, removing his hand and sighing softly. He looked back up at you, with an expression you couldn't quite read. "Okay. Do you want to get clothes at your house? Or we can go shopping for one?"

Shopping? For just one outfit? Is this gonna be something really expensive? You didn't want to spend his money, but you really didn't want to go home yet. Maybe you could use your change of clothes from yesterday? No, those weren't gonna work. 

"...I don't really want to go home yet." You decided to be honest, despite knowing that meant you had to go shopping. You supposed you could convince him to go somewhere cheap if he chose something expensive.

"So do you want to go buy an outfit?" He tilted his head, as if to show his friendliness in the question. 

".....Fine. Only one. And nowhere expensive."

He laughed lightly. "I wasn't going to take you somewhere pricy! I know you wouldn't like it. You'd get mad at me, if anything."

You chuckled. "Probably."

"So, do you want to take a shower then we go? We can get breakfast on the way." 

You nodded, shifting to get off the bed. Harry got up to let you by. He also pointed out your bag which was on a chair, therefore showing that you had a change of your clothes to go out in. 

"Where's the bathroom?" 

"The door to your left."

You slid off the bed, allowing your feet to touch the carpeted floor. Shuffling towards the seat, you picked up your bag and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind you. The bathroom was wonderfully clean, no surprise. Everything was organised and there was still a little warmth from the shower Harry had. A large mirror above the sink reflected you messy hair, tired eyes, drooping shoulders. You really need a good shower and something to eat.

Staring into your exhausted eyes, you smiled weakly at yourself, trying to look at least a little more enthusiastic. You looked rather bitter and sarcastic instead. Oh well, what could you do?

You undressed and stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The water was a good pressure, but it was scalding hot. How the hell did he survive in this? You peered at the controls cautiously, unsure what to interfere with.

There was a turning thing, with a semi-circle of red and blue around it. This should be it. After all, It was nearly completely turned to the end of the red half. You touched the handle tentatively, before slowly turning it closer to the middle of the circle. The water cooled, but it was still warm. You sighed heavily, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of the water. There was an unopened bar of soap on the rack, presumably for you. 

And of course, it was a fancy ass soap that'd cost your eye. You unwrapped the excessively fancy soap and opened the shower door a minute to throw the wrapper in the bin. You lathered up, enjoying the very subtle scent the soap gave off. The sound of the shower, the scent of the soap, the warmth of the room, it was all very comforting. You felt a weight off your shoulders, even if some was still there.  

The handle squeaked slightly as you turned the shower off. You exited the shower, allowing the soft mat to dry your feet as you grabbed a folded towel off a shelf. The fluffy towel smelled clean and fragrant, whatever detergent was being used to wash these were nice. After drying off, you dug into your bag, puling out your change of clothes. 

It was simple, but it would do until you bought one later. You could pay for it yourself, except you didn't have the money to spend on it right now. So somewhere cheap is the next best option. You didn't want to be a cost to Harry, you didn't want to feel like you owed him more than you did already.

Now dressed, you put the towel aside neatly and folded the borrowed pyjamas. You wanted to be as polite as possible, it was his home after all, not yours. You held the pyjamas in your hand, the bag hung from your forearm and you gripped the door handle with your free hand.

The cool metal twisted beneath your palm, allowing you to pull the door open. And oh dear, what have you walked into? 

One (1) half-dressed Harry buttoning up his shirt, casually glancing back as he heard the door open. "Hey, you ready?"

You managed to nod, mostly focusing your feet, and the very interesting carpet. 

"Okay. Gimme a few minutes to finish." You nodded again, shuffling to and going through the door without looking at him. 

You spotted a couch, and plopped yourself down on it, your now empty bag beside you. The brightness of the light from the windows still agitated you slightly, but the shower seemed to have helped a lot.

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Late update again. It is what it is. 

Like always, drink water, eat regularly, at least a little, get some sleep, take breaks, do stuff you like and listen to people but don't let them walk over you. 

And Happy Holidays.